He stands under the falling water
Head cocked back absorbing it all
In a dark tiled unlit shower
He is washing it away

Emotions swirl down the drain
He imagines the abuse washing away
Going down the drain
And hopefully the memory as well

Swirling memories are strenuously scrubbed
A little boy standing alone
Within a darkened tile shower stall
Hoping the water will cleanse him

the Softened wrinkled young skin is wet
his short outstretched hands await the water
as if his naked body is an offering
His young back is arched to absorb
All the water he can cling to

Tuft of short brown hair is matted
Dripping water going down towards the drain
Mixed with salty tears of shame
He whispers his prayer
“wash it away, wash it away, wash it away”

10/20/2005

Posted on 10/20/2005
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